Adam opened up his journal, and started writing.
"The shop did great today. The regulars bought out almost all of our stock, which was a lovely surprise to say the least. we've made good money these past weeks, we might be able to fully repair our house by summer.
William has been doing good in his training. He seems to really like using the spear, though trying to teach him how to fillet a fish has proved to be much more difficult.
Beth has been feeling ill lately. She's been a little distant, and stays in bed most days. I hope it's just a cold.
Other than all of that, I've been feeling quite good for myself. My wooden figures are starting to at least resemble something close to art, and this fish mongering thing is really working out.
I was scared I'd be useless once my eye got slashed, but it hasn't been as bad as I thought it'd be. Let's hope it stays like that.
I also heard some sort of low rumbling as I was falling asleep last night, but I'm pretty sure it was just in my dream."
Adam put the journal down on his nightstand, wondering what Beth was still doing at the privy. He lazily got out of bed and walked out of his room, about to go downstairs to check, when he heard something coming from the attic.
He couldn't quite make out whether the sound was just the wind blowing through the hole in the roof, which it usually is, or if it was something, or someone, rustling around up there.
Then he heard a muffled scream.
He quickly ran back to his nightstand to grab his carving knife, knocking over some of his figurines, as the screams started getting louder and more desperate. He practically sprinted up the ladder leading to the attic and threw open the hatch.
It was Beth. She was about to be feasted upon by what looked like a spider the size of a newborn calf, But it didn't matter how big it was. He had to get rid of it, before Beth became it's sustenance.
He held his carving knife firmly as he lunged at it, not being able to do anything more than that in such a cramped space.
The spider swiftly dodged the awkward attack, and before Adam could react, it started covering him with it's web. He tried to cut all of it off, but the spider dragged Adam along with it back down to the hallway, and slung him up just like it did with Beth.
It didn't wrap him up all the way, and Adam had enough leeway to cut himself loose; just barely finishing the cut before the spider could start webbing him again.
He now fell to the floor, and upon landing on his back, he saw that it was preparing to pounce on him. All he could really do before the spider would drop down was prepare to thrust his knife upwards, hoping to hit one of the spiders vitals.
Once the spider leaped off of the ceiling, Adam thrusted the knife into the spider's abdomen and it let out an ear piercing screech, seemingly as a defense mechanism.
Some kind of light blue liquid started gushing out of it's wound, presumably it's blood, though it was thick—almost syrup-like in it's consistency.
Adam felt it seep through his clothes, the uncomfortable coldness of it spreading all over his chest. Ears still ringing from it's screech, he grabbed the spider and threw it to the side with surprising difficulty, realising the spider was much heavier than he thought it would be.
He quickly got on top of the dying wretch and started continuously stabbing it until it's many legs finally went limp, and it's ungodly screeches came to a halt.